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Next to you

The prompt for Day 5 was "Thankful"

It starts with a major character death, but since this is a reincarnation au, they are fine and happy and it's nothing to be sad about.

Lan Jingyi knows that they are going to die. There is no way around that.

He and Lan Sizhui are surrounded by at least thirty blood-thirsty spirit wolves and while they might be the best and strongest of their generation, even they can’t beat that many opponents.

And Lan Sizhui is too injured to fly, so Lan Jingyi is also going nowhere, no matter how much Lan Sizhui pleads with him. Lan Jingyi will not abandon his husband.

Instead, Lan Jingyi smiles at him.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? Get out of here, you can still fly away,” Lan Sizhui hisses and pushes Lan Jingyi away from him, urges him to save his own life at least.

“Now why would I do that?” Lan Jingyi mumbles and steps back next to Lan Sizhui, presses their shoulders firmly together and faces the wolves.

“You could survive,” Lan Sizhui mumbles and jerks when a few of the wolves start growling in earnest now.

“Ridiculous,” Lan Jingyi laughs. “I love you, dear husband of mine,” he gently tells Lan Sizhui and then screams as loud as he can, before he charges at the wolves, Lan Sizhui hot on his heels, if a bit slower than Lan Jingyi.

It’s a good day to die, after all.

~*~*~

They are teens when they meet again in the next life.

It doesn’t usually take that long, their families always besides them as well, their lives intricately interwoven, but sometimes, just sometimes, they are approaching adulthood when they meet for the first time.

On one very memorable occasion, they were already in their late forties. They did have a wonderful life together, but Lan Jingyi still resents that reincarnation a little bit, because they were deprived of at least another thirty years together.

This time at least, they meet when they are fifteen and Lan Jingyi just changed schools, yet again. He knows it will be the last time. There is no way he’s going to leave Lan Sizhui again, not now that he found him again.

Sometimes Lan Jingyi remembers their past lives the moment he sees Lan Sizhui for the very first time; other times he remembers even before, when he learns how to speak. There has never been a life where he didn’t remember. And there has never been a life where he didn’t meet Lan Sizhui.

If there was, he doesn’t remember it, and that’s how he likes it.

“I have missed you,” Lan Sizhui tells him, hugging him even tighter, much to the surprise of all the other students around them, but Lan Jingyi couldn’t care less.

He has missed his Sizhui, too.

“It’s been too long without you,” he whispers back, because this is one of the lives where he remembered from the beginning.

He just never managed to find Lan Sizhui, no matter how hard he searched.

“Let’s ditch today,” Lan Sizhui suggests, and Lan Jingyi laughs out loud at that, because Lan Sizhui hates ditching school.

It disappoints his parents and teachers, and Lan Sizhui does hate to disappoint people.

“Gladly,” Lan Jingyi replies and tugs Lan Sizhui along as he turns into the opposite direction of the school.

“How are Senior Wei and Hanguang-Jun?” Lan Jingyi asks.

“They are doing very well. I’ve been living with them since I was four,” Lan Sizhui replies, and that too, seems to be a constant.

“Uncle Cheng and Uncle Xichen?”

“I don’t think they remember yet,” Lan Sizhui tells him and Lan Jingyi sighs.

Those two like to dance around each other, and fate seems to encourage that. Still, they always figure it out in the end.

Lan Sizhui guides them to his own home, and Lan Jingyi gladly follows along. He has missed Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji as well.

“Dad, baba!” Lan Sizhui yells when he enters the home and Lan Jingyi can hear the two running towards the door, clearly worried that their son is home and yelling for them.

“What happ—oh,” Wei Wuxian breathes out as he sees Lan Jingyi. “Oh, Jingyi!” he then exclaims and rushes forward to gather him up in a hug.

“Welcome home,” Lan Wangji tells him when Wei Wuxian puts him down on his feet and Lan Wangji pulls him into a hug as well.

Lan Jingyi swears that one day he’ll learn how to react to their love for him, but apparently this life is not it, either.

“Your uncles haven’t figured out their shit yet, so you can live with us until then,” Wei Wuxian tells him and excitedly pulls him along, towards the kitchen.

“It’s not so bad this time around,” Lan Jingyi says. “My dad is mostly around for once, so no need to worry.”

It doesn’t always happen, his parents being there, but apparently he got kind of lucky this time. Though they never remember their previous lives. Still, Lan Jingyi is definitely looking forward to being pulled into Uncle Xichen and Uncle Cheng’s life again.

“Tell us, how have you been?” Wei Wuxian asks and Lan Jingyi laughs, while Lan Sizhui groans.

“Dad,” he whines and Lan Wangji puts a hand on Wei Wuxian’s shoulder.

“Ask him over dinner. Give them some time,” he says and Lan Jingyi flushes.

“Oh, right. You just found each other again,” Wei Wuxian says and smacks his own forehead, prompting Lan Wangji to immediately lean down and kiss the slightly reddening spot. “Go, catch up,” Wei Wuxian tells them with an eyebrow waggle and Lan Jingyi rolls his eyes.

“Thanks, baba,” Lan Sizhui says to Lan Wangji and sends an exaggerated glare at Wei Wuxian, who simply laughs.

They can still hear him once they closed the door to Lan Sizhui’s room behind them.

“They truly never change,” Lan Jingyi observes and it’s a very reassuring constant to have.

Lan Jingyi was just about to slide into Lan Sizhui’s bed, definitely looking forward to some quality cuddles, when he’s suddenly smacked over the head.

“Hey, ouch, what was that for?” Lan Jingyi asks and then the breath is knocked out of him when Lan Sizhui tackles him into the bed.

“Why did you do that?” Lan Sizhui mumbles, clinging tightly to Lan Jingyi, but he does allow Lan Jingyi to rearrange them into a more comfortable position.

“Do what?” Lan Jingyi asks, because surely there hasn’t been enough time yet, to do something stupid.

“Die like that with me? And smile while doing it, too,” Lan Sizhui answers and Lan Jingyi is still confused for a second before he remembers their last life.

“Oh,” he softly says and then laughs. “Isn’t it obvious?”

“Would I be asking if it was?”

“I smiled because I knew we would find our way together again. And what life would I be living without you in it? Dying seemed like the better option.”

“Jingyi,” Lan Sizhui breathes out and Lan Jingyi puts his arms around him.

“I’m really thankful, you know,” he says and Lan Sizhui makes a questioning sound in the back of his throat. “No matter where I am or how my life is going, I always know that you will be in it. No matter if we die a horrible death like last time, or peacefully of old age like in the life before that, it’s always you.”

“Do you think we truly remember every life?”

“So far I don’t remember one where I don’t have you, and that’s all that matters to me.”

Lan Sizhui is quiet for a very long time before he lowly asks “Do you never get tired of this? Do you even remember what life this is?”

“It’s the forty-second,” Lan Jingyi immediately replies, because he always knows which life it is. “And how could I ever get tired of it when I always have you and a family who loves me,” he says and presses a kiss to Lan Sizhui’s hair. “Would you rather be like Song Lan and Xiao Xingchen, one doomed to never die and the other not ready for reincarnation, while the fucker Xue Yang gets to live life after life again?” he wants to know and Lan Sizhui vehemently shakes his head.

“Of course not,” he determinedly says. “It’s just—sometimes everything is jumbled in my head.”

“Let me help with that,” Lan Jingyi says and starts humming the song Lan Sizhui wrote for them in their thirteenth life.

Lan Sizhui sighs and melts against Lan Jingyi, absentmindedly playing with a strand of Lan Jingyi’s hair, and Lan Jingyi feels so happy in that moment he could burst.

Dying next to Lan Sizhui never feels like a bad thing, because the next life is always waiting for him.

And there is nothing better than living next to Lan Sizhui.

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